Miss Ruption

Miss Ruption squawks two caves down from me.

Her diet includes pills of various sizes and twinkies, or anything sugary.

Often when trying to sit in my cave and focus on anything quiet I can't help but listen to all of the silly things Miss Ruption says.

Her hair is short, her mouth is constantly in motion.

Miss Ruption squawked Monday that her tooth had cracked. "I don't know" she said, "it just happened this weekend?". An hour went by, and the cave walls echoed the same story to anyone who happened to walk by. Then she interrupted herself with a phone call, and soon after she left for her dentist. Later in the day all the cave people had a meeting. A grand knowledge feast was held in the common area and that was the next time I saw Miss Ruption.

Her face was now swollen as she slowly found a seat on an open log. Her normally excited face was now just confusion and sleepy eyes, "Why did you come back if you don't feel well?" I asked, but she offered no reply.

Tuesday Miss Ruption strolled to her cave with the same confused look but this time she tried her best to squawk and out came only a garble, "Thuh sud ut wood be ught hudred sebenty fauve fur thum tu fux ma toof but suxty fauve fu thum tu pull ut" and sat down but continued to garble... "uh shoo gu hume, uh am nut fulling wull" she said for about an hour and a half, over and over again before before she finally took her own advice and left.

Unknown to her a party had been planned for that day anyway, and the cave people rejoiced, as they wished each other well in the sunshine that was Miss Ruption's absence.

The day of rest suited Miss Ruption well though. Today it was all she could do to stay in her cave and not squawk. She squawked and squawked so loud that people from caves and caves away could not ignore it. Apparently her trollfriend had left her during her two days of silence, and she squawked for the eight straight hours about it. I tried hard not to say anything about it, telling myself "stay in your cave, she can't see you, and her squawks only get louder if you try to quiet them."

Unfortunately her squawks are more powerful than the voice in my head, so I stepped out of my cave and said "you have been talking about the same thing now for eight hours straight" in a calm professional, yet matter of fact voice. I was lying, it had only been seven hours and fifty minutes.

I triumphantly sat back down in my cave, but then...

After a brief pause the squawking continued for another 10 minutes until "5 30 time to go hee hee" And she jetted off to whatever life she rushes to.

Silence...

Until tomorrow.